Sometimes after a long day I am just sitting here at my draftsman table wondering what I’d draw if I could start a piece in that very moment.
This one just came to me. I really am obsessed with the feeling you get as the artist stippling a piece of art. Its such a slow,tedious process in which something great begins to be built. I wonder if people had patience with many other things in life the way you have to with stilling if the world would function in a way where more if understood about society.
Does that even make sense?
The time it takes to stipple an entire piece is always time well spent as I sit there focusing so hard on one thing that everything else outside of that ceases to exist.